Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev
to peer into my eyes
while I within deny their threats
and answer them with lies.
Mushlike memories perform

Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave

Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.

I’ve got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone

The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that
Some people wrap their lies around
And you sit wondering

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since depart
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here

When love is a shimmering curtain
Before a door of chance
That leads to a world in question
Wherein the macabrous dance
Of bones that rattle in silence

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing